One’s thoughts spread, not on their merits alone,
But on one’s skill to perpetuate them.
Men grew great for their skill in perpetuation,
Rather than for the merits their thoughts hold
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I dig it. In life we are all in sales. When we sell ourselves for a job or we meet our significant other. We peddle paper or guns or love. Or Peace. We are always selling. I dig it.
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I dig it. In life we are all in sales. When we sell ourselves for a job or we meet our significant other. We peddle paper or guns or love. Or Peace. We are always selling. I dig it.